Finally she told mom she would try it for a few days. I scurried back to my place on the sofa where Bob was still slowly masturbating his erect cock. ...He obviously heard nothing of the conversation between mom and Aunt Linda. He no doubt was totally clueless that what he was doing might draw a shocked objection from our Aunt. Aunt Linda came back into the room and sat down in an easy chair that was actually fairly close to Bob which surprised me. Obviously she had decided to try to adapt to our. She wiggled her finger, pushing it ill the way up her daughter’s asshole.“Sally, are you sure you want his cock in here?” she asked. “You feel awfully tight, honey.”“I want it, Mother!” Sally moaned. “Oh, yes, I want it! I can do it just like you, Mother!”Marla pulled her finger from her daughter’s asshole, and Sally pulled her cunt from Bob’s face, turning and seeing her brother’s cock standing up with throbbing hardness. With a squeal she went down on her knees and leaned forward. She swiped. So what?" She had regained her assertiveness."They're not a lot younger than you, at least Robin isn't." Still so what? They're grown up now and don't need mothering. If Robin wanted advice he'd ask you, not me. If your daughter ever asked me I'd gladly give it and it would probably be more in tune with her way of thinking than if I was twenty years older."Positive again but not aggressive. She was prepared to argue with him but not push him. He had not anticipated this response at all."Our. "We aregoing to test you now. If you fail, hesitate, argue or even look at mein a funny way then she dies. Got it pussycat?"I did not like being called "pussy" but somehow "pussycat" was worse.But that was the least of my problems and I nodded quickly as anotherman behind me suddenly put a collar round me. It was odd. It was soft -I think made of something fluffy. I looked down and saw a little bit ofthe fluff fall to the floor. It was pink! I found out my collar wasattached to a lead as the.